AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia is determined to come to Sunjata's and Nate's wedding - and she is also determined to bring Milo. She wants to show her support for them, even if things had become slightly estranged between her and Sunjata. Even if it was brief, and even if she wrestled with the feeling internally, she did feel some amount of guilt for helping Gideon. It was technically a betrayal, if preemptive and unknowing...
When she saw the notice up on the board, it had caught her attention. At the time, she'd told herself she wouldn't come, wouldn't fit in, would feel far too out of place.
Yet she does, her hand clasped against Milo's as she leads him along the sandy beach. When she'd made the decision to really come to the wedding, she'd asked Milo to come with her. She hadn't explained why, but she needed him beside her today. Perhaps that had been apparent in the somewhat pleading way she'd attempted to convince him: "I know he's the governor, but don't worry. He's alright. He knows I work for the Ark. We're just going to celebrate and, I want to be there for him. He's one of my closest friends here and he's helped me with a lot."
Aurelia isn't much of a formal type. She's never been to a wedding at all, actually. Her world had plenty in the way of... business and riches and fancy occasions to dress for. But these things had always been beyond her standing in society, made her uncomfortable at the idea. And, living her life mostly to herself, she'd never had a need for dresses or nice shoes or jewelry or anything of that sort.
So, she comes dressed.. a bit humble, perhaps, but she is attempting to match the occasion nonetheless. Her hair is fashioned into a braid and she is wearing golden, looped earrings. A cloak made of fine fabric drapes around her frame. It's deep brown with colorful, floral details sewn along the edges. Beneath it, as she sweeps it behind her shoulders, she wears a loose white blouse and khaki pants, as well as a fresh pair of boots which strap up the length of her calves. Something she'd traded for as well, given that her old pair were ruined from getting soaked in the ocean.
She also doesn't come empty-handed. Well, she literally does, but Milo is holding the gift they'd brought. It isn't wrapped, merely folded and bound by a rope. The feathery blanket is well-crafted from the pelts of Ramphires. Shades of pink, purple, and yellow blend and split from each other, but the material is soft and warm; fit for keeping snug in the Deepfrost.
Her eyes are bright as her and Milo approach, close enough to spot people setting out food and drink, as well as Haai playing along the waves. Her gaze travels the sands toward Sunjata and Nate. A grin spreads against her cheeks and she heads straight for them. Letting go of Milo once they're near, overcome with sentiment and happiness for them, she rushes past the stranger conversing with them (sorry Neos) and throws her arms around the two grooms to pull them both into a tight hug. Whether they want it or expect it or not, she's doing it!
"Congratulations, you two!" She leans back, letting go of them after another squeeze. "I've never been to a wedding before but, I'm glad this is the first- oh!" she lifts her brows and reaches out for Milo, stepping back to his side, giving him a small nudge. A more tender smile softens her expression now, "This is Milo. The gift was all his idea!" She'd simply gathered the materials to make it out of, and with Milo's help they'd found someone to put it together into something nice.
Once their introductions are out of the way, she takes the opportunity {before the pair might get swept up by more arrivals} to ask, "How are you guys feeling?" This question doesn't come with naivety to at least some of the pair's troubles. But she does hope they can forget all of that, even if only for a time. Gods know they could all use the distraction but, she won't be the one to say that aloud.
When she saw the notice up on the board, it had caught her attention. At the time, she'd told herself she wouldn't come, wouldn't fit in, would feel far too out of place.
Yet she does, her hand clasped against Milo's as she leads him along the sandy beach. When she'd made the decision to really come to the wedding, she'd asked Milo to come with her. She hadn't explained why, but she needed him beside her today. Perhaps that had been apparent in the somewhat pleading way she'd attempted to convince him: "I know he's the governor, but don't worry. He's alright. He knows I work for the Ark. We're just going to celebrate and, I want to be there for him. He's one of my closest friends here and he's helped me with a lot."
Aurelia isn't much of a formal type. She's never been to a wedding at all, actually. Her world had plenty in the way of... business and riches and fancy occasions to dress for. But these things had always been beyond her standing in society, made her uncomfortable at the idea. And, living her life mostly to herself, she'd never had a need for dresses or nice shoes or jewelry or anything of that sort.
So, she comes dressed.. a bit humble, perhaps, but she is attempting to match the occasion nonetheless. Her hair is fashioned into a braid and she is wearing golden, looped earrings. A cloak made of fine fabric drapes around her frame. It's deep brown with colorful, floral details sewn along the edges. Beneath it, as she sweeps it behind her shoulders, she wears a loose white blouse and khaki pants, as well as a fresh pair of boots which strap up the length of her calves. Something she'd traded for as well, given that her old pair were ruined from getting soaked in the ocean.
She also doesn't come empty-handed. Well, she literally does, but Milo is holding the gift they'd brought. It isn't wrapped, merely folded and bound by a rope. The feathery blanket is well-crafted from the pelts of Ramphires. Shades of pink, purple, and yellow blend and split from each other, but the material is soft and warm; fit for keeping snug in the Deepfrost.
Her eyes are bright as her and Milo approach, close enough to spot people setting out food and drink, as well as Haai playing along the waves. Her gaze travels the sands toward Sunjata and Nate. A grin spreads against her cheeks and she heads straight for them. Letting go of Milo once they're near, overcome with sentiment and happiness for them, she rushes past the stranger conversing with them (sorry Neos) and throws her arms around the two grooms to pull them both into a tight hug. Whether they want it or expect it or not, she's doing it!
"Congratulations, you two!" She leans back, letting go of them after another squeeze. "I've never been to a wedding before but, I'm glad this is the first- oh!" she lifts her brows and reaches out for Milo, stepping back to his side, giving him a small nudge. A more tender smile softens her expression now, "This is Milo. The gift was all his idea!" She'd simply gathered the materials to make it out of, and with Milo's help they'd found someone to put it together into something nice.
Once their introductions are out of the way, she takes the opportunity {before the pair might get swept up by more arrivals} to ask, "How are you guys feeling?" This question doesn't come with naivety to at least some of the pair's troubles. But she does hope they can forget all of that, even if only for a time. Gods know they could all use the distraction but, she won't be the one to say that aloud.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
